"No, I haven't figured it out yet." Bruce turned his head away, unwilling to look at Schiller, but Schiller was not looking at him either. He simply said, "Fine. If you have figured it out, then I think this energy will have somewhere to go."
Bruce stared at Schiller, and Schiller stared at Bruce. The two glared at each other for a full minute before Schiller spoke first. "Listen, Bruce. The reason I tolerate your terrible grades is because you have considerable talent for scientific research. If you do not even have that strength anymore, then I will have no choice but to speak to your butler about your academic performance..."
Bruce coughed twice, turned around, and said, "Wait for me. I'll go get it now."
While Bruce went to retrieve the Arc Reactor core he had made, Schiller did not sit idle either. The old nun was teaching the children upstairs to sing, while Schiller waited on the roof to catch owls.
By the time they had sung two songs, he had accumulated quite a bit of energy. Though it still could not compare to the magical energy he had obtained from Marvel, it was much easier to acquire and required almost no effort.
Schiller might have obtained a great deal of energy in Marvel, but it had cost him plenty of effort as well. The whole Knull serving-up incident had involved who knew how many layers of scheming. Not only did he have to secure enough resources for himself, he also had to feed everyone from top to bottom and improve Earth's overall strength. The mental calculations involved had been no small burden.
Compared to that, eating these dark owls was absurdly simple. He just had to squat on the roof while they sang and eat as many